Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2011 23:36:14 +0000
From: Tom
Subject: Brief encounters chap 66
Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk!
First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if
the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The
characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one
person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the
story just think how lucky you are!
This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my
own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I
and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we
were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age.
Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to
immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or
chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination
and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends
and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make
no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story,
because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection
between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to
remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared
mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody
understood what was happening to us anyway!
You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or
if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the
bathroom!
Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for
better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will
regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep
it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go
slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for
various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for
continuity they are now correct!
Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments
or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two,
three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn!
Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm
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Readers note... I am away for a week or so but hopefully it will not upset
the posting routine so stay tuned and read on.
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Chapter 66 – Nigel treads the boards
Brian had had a very hard morning. Both the maths and chemistry classes had
proved that he really needed to concentrate in order just to keep up, so
the prospect of homework that he couldn't even understand was beginning to
worry him. He blamed it all on Tom, since it was Tom he had lent his
underpants too the previous day only to find the sensation of walking about
with nothing on under his short school trousers was nothing short of
incredible. Unable to resist a repeat performance he had got dressed that
morning so quickly that Robbie hadn't noticed he wasn't putting on any
underwear. However, after a whole morning feeling there was little between
his rampant erection and the outside world except a few inches of lose grey
trouser leg he was desperate for relief. The dinner break seemed the
logical time to sneak off somewhere and satisfy himself, but should he go
alone or invite somebody to join him?
The question was answered for him when Alex appeared to push his way though
the crowded corridor towards him.
"Been looking for you, `cause we ain't had a lesson that's coincided yet
have we?"
"No, this afternoon I think." Brian, had both hands deep in his pockets and
was to Alex's all seeing eye obviously very seriously interacting with
himself.
Rather amazed at the violent hand movements, Alex leaned over and whispered
in his ear. "Are you, you wanking... now?"
"Not right here!" Brian blushed at first then grinned. "But I'm wondering
where to go!"
"Wot?" Alex's face lit up. "Why?"
Brian moved closer and whispered, "I ain't got no pants on and me willy
feels like it's gonna do it inside me shorts any second! I gotta have a
wank, soon!"
"You dirty sod!" said Alex grinning, "Tom wondered if you's wank him
off.. `cause he's still wearing your pants."
"It was a mistake doing this," said Brian, "it's fucking horny all right,
but I can't think of anything except wanking and so I dunno wot's been
happening in me lessons at all!"
"Never thought of it like that." said Alex, he looked down to Brian's hands
still actively engaged. "But you still at it though?"
"Yer, I can't fuckin' stop!" Brian really didn't know whether to laugh or
cry.
"Well just fuckin' stop for five minutes to meet up with Tom and you can do
it together"
"Yes! Yes!" said Brian excitedly. "Oh, but it's fuck dinner innit? Still
it's only them bloody awful rissole things! Get Tom to come on down to the
bog by the science block now. Go get him!"
It took Alex all of two nano seconds to agree and leaving Brian to go on
ahead he rushed back to the dining hall to get Tom. It wasn't very
difficult to find him, he was lurking with a couple of others behind a
pillar and watching the end of the command performance that Art and his
friends had put on in respect of the dreadful school meal.
"Come on, we're off." Alex grabbed Tom's arm and pulled him away.
"Wot. Where?"
"Down the bog, Brian's there and he's at it already!" Alex grinned.
"Oh, already? Wot he can't wait!" said Tom grinning back, "Why's that?"
"He ain't wearing no pants and he can't keep his fuckin' hands off it!"
"It's after yesterday innit? I knew it, wearing no pants it's fatal!" Tom
laughed. "But hang on, wot about dinner, I'm fuckin' starving."
"Fuck dinner, it's Tuesday innit?" said Alex raising his eyebrows. "So it's
them fuckin' rissole, asshole things, you can't even fuckin' cut 'em up,
let alone eat `em can you?"
"Oh shit! Oh... so now I see, so that's wot Art and that lot were laughing
about!" exclaimed Tom. "I couldn't quite hear wot it was, but d'you know
that fat kid ate Nigel's as well!"
"Bollocks! Must be fuckin' nuts!" Alex dragged Tom behind him, "Come on,
down the bog before Brian cums!"
The toilet was generally unused during breaks since it was rather out of
the way in the science block and consequently proved a peaceful haven to
those that needed a little light hand relief. Brian already there, had
checked all the cubicles to see it was indeed empty before selecting the
one with the least pee on the floor and a lid to the toilet.
"Brian! We're here." called out Alex as they burst into the toilet.
"Keep yer bleeding voice down!" replied Brian emerging from his chosen
cubicle with his hands deep in his pockets with the fly part way open.
"Is this `cause you didn't wear no pants yesterday afternoon?" asked Tom
grinning.
"Yer." Brian nodded quickly, "It was a big fuckin' mistake `cause I ain't
been able to keep me hands out me pockets and all I wants to do is wank!"
"Let's bloody do it then!" said Tom starting to unzip his own tenting
shorts.
"Well at least get in the fuckin' cubicle first!" said Alex starting to
giggle, pushing Tom towards Brian. "Come on, let's get in there!"
Inside, cramped and with little elbow room it was the ideal spot for three
randy boys.
Alex endeavoured to bolt the door and then turned to Tom and said. "Take
yer blazer off, undo yer shorts and then bend over."
"Wot! Why?" Tom didn't argue, he started to take his blazer off. "You want
me bum?"
"Course I fuckin' do, but not right now!" said Alex grinning. "I wanna show
Brian one the sexiest sights there is."
Despite the confined space Tom did as instructed and bent over, as the
shorts were undone they allowed more of his white shirt and the top of his
briefs to be exposed.
"There!" said Alex pointing to the shirt pulled tightly across Tom's back,
the waistband of his briefs with the Y-fronts lettering easily showing
through the thin white shirt. "Innit hot? I'm always looking out for
something like when some kid bends over."
"Never seen it like that before." said Brian. "Cor, so if somebody had
coloured pants on they's really show through the shirt wouldn't they?"
"Yer. D'you know Bri, it was seeing the top of Tom's pants over his shorts
when he cycled up a hill one day that made me... well..." replied Alex
staring at Tom's behind.
"You remembered." said Tom rather surprised, the memory still fresh in his
mind. "Oh fuck. We stopped and we didn't know wot to say did we?"
"No." Alex rubbed hand lovingly over the tight buttocks, Tom
flinched. "Took time didn't it?"
"Yer." Tom took a deep breath.
"You can see the elastic of his pants through his shorts as well."
continued Alex slowly drawing a finger over the shorts and tracing the
outline of the briefs beneath.
"I know, I always look out for that." said Brian.
"Pity I can't see me own ass `cause it would turn me on then?" interrupted
Tom giggling. "Now you two, just get bloody wanking!"
"Right, I gotta think," said Brian, "ah, got it! Tom you gotta stay there
just like that and I'm gonna hump me cock in me shorts up yer ass and Alex
can wank you off in yer pants at the same time!"
"He's got a little secret," said Alex winking at Brian, "there's an hole in
the left hand pocket so if you gets a few fingers in there I'll join you
through the fly and we'll really get him off!"
"Can I cum in yer pants then Bri?" asked Tom.
"I fuckin' want you to!" Brian grinned at Alex. "We might all cum on `em!"
To the amazement of those sat around the table Richard had finished Nigel's
dinner, he lent back in the chair and patted his stomach before burping.
"Enjoyed that then?" asked Art quite astounded that anybody could eat two
of those rissoles.
"Mmmh. Nice."
"We'd better go before he throws up!" said James getting up.
"Reckon he will?" asked Andy pushing his chair back.
"Fuck knows, but I don't wanna be here when he does!" said James
grinning. "Nige, we really gotta get a move on, there's a lot of physics
homework we have to crib and it's the second lesson!"
"Won't argue with that!" said Nigel.
"See you then." said Art as Andy and James walked away. Kicking Richard
under the table he added, "Now we got something else to do ain't we?"
"Oh yer." Richard didn't sound too enthusiastic but knew deep down it was
what he wanted.
"I'm going on down, I badly need a piss," said Nigel to Art as he got up,
"you'll bring him to the bog?"
"Oh yer, we'll be there in a minute. Won't we?" Art grinned and nudged
Richard as he started to stand up, the lump in the front of his trousers
passed before Richard's face.
"Was that... was that.. safety pins holding yer fly together?"
Art nodded, "Quick release, see!"
Looking rather pale Richard stood up. The moment had all but arrived,
finally somebody was going to get to see and handle his boyhood.
Locked in their cubicle the three boys had just about got themselves
comfortable with their hands in the all the right hot and sticky places
when the main toilet door banged open.
"Fuck, who's that!" said Brian nervously under his breath and then
inadvertently clouted the metal door behind him. All three went deathly
quiet and prayed they hadn't been heard above the sound of the main door
and subsequent footsteps.
Nigel, his sixth sense telling him all was not as it seemed made his way
noisily towards the long stainless steel urinal. Astute as ever when it
came to cruising the boys toilets, he carefully looked under the bottoms of
the cubicle doors as he crossed the room. Seeing more than one set of
spindly legs in long grey socks sprouting from scuffed black shoes in one
of the middle cubicles he knew he had stuck gold.
Nonchalantly whistling away he pissed at the back of the urinal to make the
most noise and then made his way out allowing the door to crash shut behind
him.
"Fuck!" Brian was white with fear, he looked at Alex.
"It's all right." said Alex calmly. "Brian we done this before, all we
gotta do is stand on the bog then nobody can see any feet's on the
floor. See?"
"You sure?" asked Brian, hardly the bravest of souls.
"He's right, we done it before." said Tom smiling reassuringly. "Come on up
on the bog, then if it's still all quiet we can have our wank!"
With some scuffling and a certain amount of giggling the three boys
eventually found themselves all balanced on top the toilet seat. In the
process Tom's shorts had fallen to his ankles, as Brian's were only partly
zipped they were now hanging halfway down his buttocks whilst Alex had
thrown caution to the wind and purposely dropped both shorts and briefs to
his feet. It didn't take more than few seconds before the hands were once
again happily groping and rubbing with the boys becoming more and more
engrossed each with their own fantasy, Alex's particular fantasy included
inspecting Tom's briefs for skidmarks!
However, outside the toilet Nigel had waited for Art and Richard to
arrive. Having excitedly explained that he had contained a couple of either
first or second years boys in one of the cubicles doing naughty deeds, the
question was what to do with them. As much as Art would have loved to have
watched them at play he knew it was impossible so suggested that he go
noisily in for a piss allowing Nigel and Richard to creep in behind
him. Then, he could pretend to make a noisy exit when in fact all three
were still there. The coup de gras was that once the boys in the cubicle
thought they were alone and restarted proceedings then Art and company
would burst into the cubicle and catch them cock in hand or bum as the case
may be.
"Got it?" said Art who was having a hard time trying not to laugh at the
thought of the plan working.
"Yer."
"Now when I pretend to go out, we gotta keep absolutely fuckin' quiet or it
won't fuckin' work."
"Right, we fuckin' got that." said Nigel grinning. "So wot then? We gonna
wait for them to start doing something, yer?"
"Yer," said Art, "when I raises me hands in the air that's when we goes for
it. Right?"
"Right." repeated Nigel. "You's gonna burst in through the cubicle door and
Richard and me is gonna leap on top toilet in a cubicle either side of
them, then look down at 'em. Right?"
"Got it, Richard?"
"Yer." Richard actually managed a smile.
"You gotta keep fuckin' quiet, now ready?" Art grinned as only could. "On
the count of three! One... two... three!"
"Hang on! Fuckin' hang on!" exclaimed Nigel having obviously just had a
brainstorm. "Instead of us just bursting in on 'em, `spose I do an
imitation teacher voice and ask 'em wot they're fuckin' doing! Then we can
burst in on 'em?"
"Fuckin' brilliant!" said Art. "But don't ask 'em wot the fuck they're
doing, just wot they're doing. See!"
"Course not you fuckin' twatt!" said Nigel all but laughing. "Give me some
fuckin' credit!"
"Right, sorry." Art grinned. "Now then, fuckin' compose yerselves, take a
deep fuckin' breath, no fuckin' laughing and in we go. Ready?
One.. two... three.."
With an enormous crash the door flew open. Nigel and Richard crept in
behind Art who stomped up to the urinal.
Behind the cubicle door the three frightened boys clung to each whilst
balanced precariously on the toilet seat. Sadly, the timing could not have
been worse, Brian had been on the verge of ejaculating into the rear of
Tom's briefs. With the shock his cock instantly lost all interest and
rigidity to merely flop and dribble as he held onto Tom praying they would
not be discovered.
Out in the toilet Art played his part up to the hilt, his acting talents
appearing to know no bounds. Noisily pissing over everything in sight with
his rapidly hardening member he even managed to fart loudly, which he
detected brought muffled sniggers from both sets of participants.
Finally, walking to the doorway he indicated to Nigel and Richard to get in
position before opening and slamming the door in his mock exit. They all
froze, not daring to look at each other lest they started laughing. As the
seconds ticked by Art literally had to put his hand in his mouth in an all
out effort to contain himself.
"It's all right now, innit?" said Tom already stroking his cock back up to
it's full four inches.
"Think so, must have been a minute," replied Alex, "yer it's fine, I can't
hear nothing."
"Well let's get back on it!" said Tom excitedly making a grab for Alex's
cock.
"You sure?" asked Brian, standing in position right behind Tom with his
cock still flaccid.
"Bloody right I'm sure, now stop worrying and rub yer willy up me ass!"
It almost appeared that their nerves were being soothed in relation to the
firmness of their erections as all thoughts of being caught evaporated once
the hot hands and fingers resumed their rubbing and probing activities.
The erections belonging to those listening outside the cubicle were equally
hard as the hands in the pockets testified. Art, having trouble with the
safety pins which were restricting his energetic pocket movements and
deftly removed one pin allowing his fly to pop open. Much to Richards
obvious delight a grubby white piece of cotton appeared framed in the
opening by the broken zip. Art grinned and gestured to Nigel who took it as
a cue to start, knowing they couldn't delay any longer or one of them would
be bound to start laughing.
Not adverse to performing in the occasional school play Nigel closed his
eyes, took a deep breath and making every effort to get his voice sound
deeper positively eclipsed everything by way of a schoolboy thespian
performance that had ever been seen.
"And exactly, what are you doing in there you disgusting little boys?" he
boomed.
It was perfect. Art and Richard had their hands held tightly across their
mouths in an effort to stop laughing.
"Oh no! Oh fuck!"
"No! Wot!"
"Shit who is it!"
The muffled responses were followed by sounds of rapid movement and a
definite pubescent squeak, probably from Brian being the most timid of the
three.
"I said, what are you doing?" continued Nigel, hamming it up as best he
could. Strutting over to the cubicle he rattled theatrically on the
handle. "Open this door immediately."
"On no... mum.. oh... fuck!" came a plaintive voice followed moments later
by the sound of water slow trickling.
"And no swearing!" echoed Nigel.
Puzzled at the sound, Richard looked at Art and then Nigel looked over
towards them both. At the sight of the steaming liquid seeping from under
the door they could contain themselves no longer and erupted in laughter
which only served to escalate the muffled voices and the distress of those
inside the cubicle.
With that, Art and Richard made a rush for the cubicles either side,
banging on the walls they slamming the lids of the toilet seats down to
stand on them and be able to look over the top of the partition. Nigel
trying to avoid standing on the wet floor continued to vigorously rattle
the door handle and call for it to be opened.
Total mayhem ensued. The commotion and raucous laughter coming from outside
the cubicle, while the panic stricken boys inside endeavoured to untangle
themselves and get dressed. In the confined space it was inevitable that
Brian's involuntary urination had impacted upon all of their clothes one
way or another, helpfully gravity aided to wetting their socks, shoes and
the floor.
Art was the first to see who they had caught and was rather taken aback to
find it was Simon's best friends. Notwithstanding, it was an absurd
situation so balanced on the toilet seat he hung over the partition and
roared with laughter at the sight of the partly dressed boys cringing
below. Moments later he was joined by Richard in the adjacent cubicle and
finally by Nigel who's violent door shaking technique was vindicated when
the catch fall off the inside of the door!
The door swung open to reveal an eye-level view of a pair of spotty, white
buttocks partially covered by pale blue ribbed cotton Y-fronts. Alex, his
back to Nigel and was balanced precariously on to the toilet, his shorts
were still around his ankles whilst he attempted to pull his wet briefs up
without falling off onto the piss on the floor below. Cowering in the
corner against the partition Brian looked as though he was about to burst
into tears. Obviously in quite a state and panic stricken he really seemed
incapable of even being able to pull his wet shorts back up!
Tom was the only one vaguely dressed, although he was still trying to stuff
his shirt into the waistband of his shorts when Art appeared leering
overhead. Having now been able to see it wasn't a teacher that had put them
though such a traumatic, heart stopping ordeal Tom was literally red in the
face with anger.
"You cunts! You cunts! Bastards! You fuckin' cunts!" he screamed in fury
pointing up at Art and Richard. Sadly, his anger did little to assuage the
situation as Art was literally helpless with laughter and choking for
breath.
Just when it appeared that nothing else could top the sight and sound of
Tom ranting and raving with the choicest of expletives a sound like a
gunshot followed by a scream rang out from Richard's cubicle!
"Wot the fuck!" cried Art trying to make sense of what was
happening. Unable to believe his eyes he stared over the partition to see
that Richard who had been there laughing only moments before had somehow
instantly disappeared from view!
"Fuckin' assholes! Fuckin' help!" shouted Richard sounding as though he
were hurt.
"Shit! He's fuckin' disappeared up his own asshole!" exclaimed Nigel
glancing up to see only Art looking down. "Wot the fuck!"
"Help! Help! The fuckin' bogs seats bust... oh fuck!" screamed
Richard. "Help, I've fallen in the fuckin' bog!"
Hearing that even Tom stopped his tirade of abuse and looked around,
inadvertently ending up looking Art directly in the face.
The ability to thinking on his feet was one of Art's gifts and in the midst
of it all the noise and chaos he grabbed the opportunity to pour oil on
troubled waters, or more appropriately pour oil on troubled second year
boys. He fixed Tom in his gaze and pointed down at him to make sure he held
his attention.
"Tom, we really didn't know it was you." said Art. "Fuckin' honest, we
thought it was first year boys. We wouldn't have fuckin' done it to
you. Never, not with Simon and that."
Tom stared defiantly back. He liked Art and had no problems believing what
he said. It was the humiliation, would they ever live it down?
"Me foot's stuck in the fuckin' bog! Fuckin' help!" cried Richard from
somewhere in the toilet pan. "Fuckin' assholes.. it's full of piss!"
"Tom, he's right," added Nigel seeing a diplomatic solution to the problem
and ignoring Richards pleas for help. "We wouldn't have done it to you, wot
with you and Simon. Come on, please.. we'll try and make it up
somehow... please!"
Tom still looked as though he could murder them. Turning to Alex they
whispered for a few of seconds, Alex nodded seemingly accepting Art's
story. Brian feeling very uncomfortable with the lining of his shorts
sticking to his legs with pee just looked as if he would agree to anything
to escape. Never again would he go to school without his underpants!
"We believe you." said Tom looking up although plainly still stinging from
being made the laughing stock.
"Fuckin' help me! Some cunt didn't flush it!" shouted Richard at full
volume in utter desperation. "Me fuckin' shoe is full of pissy, shitty
fuckin' water!"
That broke the tension, Art just burst out laughing again immediately
followed by Nigel. Even Alex slowly grinned.
Tom looked up and gave a weak smile. "You are bastards!"
"I know we is, but it was too good to miss wanna it? Bet you'd have done
the same with some first year's!"
"Might have." Art was incorrigible, Tom's hardline stance was rapidly
crumbling.
"Tom, sorry it was you lot."
"We is, really." added Nigel.
"Tom." It was time to play his trump card. Looking down, Art purposely made
eye contact and broke into one his special smiles. Jokingly he added. "You
can even feel me willy if you want to, me fuckin' zips broke and it's all
ready for you!"
"He's probably cum in his dirty knickers already!" muttered Nigel grinning.
Tom half smiled and gave him a knowing look. Art smiled back, partly to
reinforce his position and partly to disguise the fact he suddenly felt
rather weak having finally realised that like Martin he also wanted to hold
Tom's young body.
"But, you gotta fuckin' promise you won't say nothing about this to
anybody." said Tom firmly. "I fuckin' mean it, not nobody, not ever."
By the time Art had reinstated eye contact his cock felt it was going to
burst. "I promise, Nige you promise as well."
"Promise." said Nigel and then nodded towards Richard imprisoned in the
other cubicle. "Wot about him then who's wearing the bog on his foot!"
"I `spose we'd better get him out, we'll make him promise as well." said
Art starting to slowly get down from his perch. He smiled at Tom again
hoping it wouldn't reveal just how much he really wanted Tom.
"You fuckin' better." replied Tom momentarily fixing Art in his gaze before
turning to jump down from the toilet.
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Chap 67 to follow